I imagine spilling my hot cum deep inside of her, putting it right where it belongs, at her womb.
I blink as I shake my head clear. Christ, this is what she does to me. This is the kind of crazy, mad-lust shit she puts in my head. I’ve thought about kids before, but never in a serious way. Deirdre never had any interest, thank God. But I think somewhere in the back of my head, I’ve always had this idea of a mini me or a mini she—whoever she is—running around the ranch. Learning to ride a horse, calling me dad…
“Colt?”
I blink. “Huh?”
She kicks at the dirt with a boot. “I just… I don’t know. I mean, this engagement thing is really only a stopgap, right? It just gives you two more years of runway before she and Lorne come back again for this place.”
I smile down at her pretty face. “I don’t know if I’ve thanked you enough, by the way. For that crazy stunt you pulled.”
She grins. “You’d do it for me, right?”
“Hell no.”
I chuckle as she gasps and playfully punches my arm. “Dick.”
I grin. “Look, I know it doesn’t end this shit. But like you said, it’s two more years of runway.”
“That mean I’m staying here in Cherry Falls for two more years?”
I freeze. My jaw clenches. Fuck, it’s actually a thought that hasn’t entered my brain before. I mean, I guess I just sort of assumed she’d be staying in Cherry Falls for a while. If not forever. The thought of her leaving or going back to goddamn New York brings up a jealous rage in me that has my jaw grinding.
“You…” I frown. “You’re not my prisoner or anything, Tansy.”
She laughs. “Look, I don’t plan to go anywhere.”
Good, I think to myself. Because I’m not so sure I wouldn’t chase after her and bring her back here over my goddamn shoulder if she did.
“It’s just that two years…” She frowns.
“You’re feeling like you bit off more than you want to chew.”
She shrugs. “It’s not that…”
“Tansy,” I grunt. “You’re not bound to anything here and you don’t owe me anything. I mean, you can do whatever you want.”
I stop myself from adding “and see whoever you want,” because fuck that.
I shrug. “Hey, who knows. In two years, it might even be possible that some desperate woman out there might agree to actually have a kid with me.”
A darkness washes over her face. It’s fast, but it’s a look of pure fury that fires up in her eyes and pursed lips. But then it’s gone with a casual shrug of her bare shoulders.
“Yeah, who knows?” She shrugs casually. But that look is still lingering in the corners of her eyes. “I mean it’s a long shot, given that you’re so hideous.”
I grin. It’s jealousy. That’s what she’s covering up with that snarky wit of hers. But the fact that Tansy is jealous at the idea of me with another woman gets something thudding inside of me. My pulse quickens as she casually pushes her hair back.
“And that you’re such an asshole. I mean personality-wise.”
“Right, can’t forget that.”
“Aggressively so.”
I chuckle.
“Or your total lack of ambition,” she drawls sarcastically, grinning at me. “The negative bank account is going to be a real drag to trying to hook in some poor sucker. I mean if only you owned like a horse ranch or something. Or maybe a bunch of stock in a really successful company that you started.”
I sigh, grinning at her sarcasm. “If only, huh?”
“Yeah,” she sighs back at me. “But really, it’s the fact that you’re so physically repulsive that’s going to be the big issue.”
“Lest we forget how small my dick is,” I joke.
Tansy’s face blushes.
“I mean how am I ever going to satisfy—”
“Yeah, I don’t think that part is ever going to be a problem for you,” she blurts.
The air goes still between us as she gasps and snaps her mouth shut. Her eyes widen.
“Uh… I didn’t… I mean…”
But my mind’s made up before she can fumble another word. I know I’m crossing a line. I know I’m rocking a boat neither of us need rocked. But I don’t give a shit. After three days of “pretending” that this girl is engaged to be my wife? Three days of constantly remembering the way her body felt against mine? How her lips tasted.
Believe me when I say, I’m fucking done “pretending” to do shit.
I crash into her, hard. Tansy gasps, but she’s moaning in seconds as my lips crush to hers. She whimpers, her hands sliding over my chest and gripping my t-shirt in fists as I push her back against the wall.
I growl into her mouth, tasting those soft lips as my cock surges against her. My hands are on her hips, simultaneously pulling them into me and pinning her to the wall. She does that thing again where her leg rises to wrap around my hip, drawing me in.
“Fuck, Tansy,” I groan.
“We shouldn’t… I mean, we can’t…”
But my lips slam into hers again, stopping whatever she’s about to say. We can. And we are. And nothing is going to stop this right now.
She gasps when my lips pull away. I hungrily kiss down her jawline, moving to her neck. Her moans and gasped whimpers get louder and more insistent when I suck and lick the tender, secret places between her ear and her collarbone. My hands tighten on her, gripping her sundress as I start to tug it higher.
“Colt,” she moans. Her hands slip under my t-shirt, and her nails drag over up over my abs and my chest. I snarl into her skin, kissing lower and yanking the straps of her sundress down. I peel the flimsy cotton over the full swell of her tits until it drops.
I groan when my eyes drink in the lack of bra. My cock surges, hungry
